DEVON

"What do you mean I can't see her?" I muttered, clutching a bouquet of flowers that I I'd brought for Corrie, turning back to Emmette’s right-hand man.

"Well, you're not in any way linked to Mrs. Nash. And quite frankly, her husband is with her and neither of them would want to see you at the moment so I suggest you come another time." He hissed scornfully, as if I were nothing but scum to him.

I drew in a sharp breath, trying to calm myself.

"This is important." I started taking a peek at the bodyguards stationed in front of her room.

"I need to see her." I...